The smell of sizzling pancakes filled your apartment as you flipped another golden round onto the growing stack. Your hair was tied up messily, wearing one of Jungkook’s oversized shirts. You didn’t even hear him coming in until a warm presence hovered behind you.

“Morning,” He mumbled, voice husky with sleep.

You turned around—and froze, spatula still in hand. Jungkook stood there shirtless, hair mussed and eyes half-lidded. But that wasn’t what made your breath hitch. Because right there, inked boldly over his left pec, was your name.

“Jungkook…what the hell is that?” You blurted, pointing at his chest.

He blinked, looking down like he’d forgotten it was there. A shy grin curled his lips. “Surprise?”